Lyrical Breakdown of Goin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Goin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Goin" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Gucci Mane employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Gucci Mane's narrative.
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When I went to Lennox
20 grand in every pocket
That's like 80 wit me
Spent like 30'Grand in Louis ain't been 20 minutes
Parked my Rari in the same place that they park the Benzes
(Laughter)
Haters I despise
Take My glasses off so you can look me in my eyes
They Go for 30 well Gucci gotem for 29
Blowin orange verse (kush) same color Auburn
And Imma call my plug and tell'em bring me all'em
All the niggas in the hood call me Pablo
I got that kush comin in by the car load
Count a hundred thousand dollars up and call her
Since I'm am baller I ain't taking nothing smaller
50 thousand dollars on me because I love me to death
Spent so much on champagne, spilled champagne on myself
Still Goin x6 I'm goin goin
Three thousand a room, I'm one hell of a man
He can't beat it up, well I bet you I can
I'm still Goin x6 I'm goin goin
It's so hard for me to dance with this pistol in my pants
I got bricks all in my truck
I got bells all in my van
Admire on my left wrist
You should see the diamonds dance
You should see these bitches throw it
Twistin' they ass up how they stand
Sellin' white all night that's all I do
Money stacks as tall as you
Fuckin' broads like ballers do
You broke and thats whats wrong with you
I got a Bently in my pocket, hard to keep my britches up
Better go play with your kids
You don't wanna play with us
Hold up for a second, can I talk for a minute
Admire on every time I handle business
Worth 90 thousand if I took the diamonds out it
Keep the diamonds in it's like 22 hundred thousand
Wet diamonds in the morning when I'm cooking my eggs
Count 100 thousand then get back in the bed
I'm a trapper and a rapper I don't get no recognition
Cause I juggle two jobs
Flip verses and chickens
My day starts with a play
200K worth of cakes
I got the best of the best
That real Colombian flake
50 thousand in my britches when I come out today
I might go out and play
Drop top Porsche and it's grey
I'm disgusting with these diamonds need to work on my manners
Mixed matched outfits three different designers
Man my pinky ring so bright you can see it from China
And I ain't even have to tell you that the kid is a grinder